I was sitting upstairs,
Doing nothing.
The tv was on,
But I was not watching.
There was red,
Glaring through my windows.
I ran downstairs to the outside room,
And there was red everywhere.
I could hear a child scream,
'This is all your fault, I hope you die mom'.
I sat in my chair,
Doing nothing.
There was red everywhere,
But it is not of my concern.
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I was bored. My dog was barking.
